Wiggle With Love

"wiggle with love" I look at her lips in the pictures she posts. sometimes she’ll show her toes that are painted black, sometimes she smiles, sometimes she stares, sometimes her dark lipstick takes me into another universe. she shares one quality with every woman I’ve ever known: she knows me but doesn’t want me. flies with one wing are elephants with one tusk. I sit and think of her legs, her black toe nails, the skin under the straps of her bra, each breast without a bra under her black muscle shirt. I quiver. most say the worst thing is wondering what could have been in love. this is an untruth. the worst thing is poetry written about a woman knowing what would have been in love. By: Chicano Eddie 8.1.18